This takes place before the Christmas Bowl. (Ryoma: 15 and Hiruma: 17)
MACHINATION: Another Day
07..."Chewing Gums"
Ryoma didn't like taking orders from anyone other than his mom and Tezuka, so when Hiruma sent him a text message during class that read: "Buy me gum. Then come over" out of spite, and because he had a reputation to uphold, Ryoma bought the one kind of gum Hiruma hated most:
Sweet gum.
Hiruma went out of his way to buy sugarless gum; Ryoma remembered a time when he was forced to tag along on a shopping spree with Hiruma where they went from one convenience store to another convenience store, buying out their stock of sugarless gum (regardless of brand or flavor). When Ryoma asked Hiruma what the significance of sugar was to him, Hiruma simply claimed that "Even worms wouldn't chew sweet gum!" and they left it at that (although Ryoma secretly thought, 'Worms don't chew gum...')
Ryoma dug through his bag, smirking when he saw the gum pack caught between his books, and pulled it out along with the spare key Hiruma gave him to his apartment. Without knocking or ringing the bell, Ryoma simply entered, calling out, "I'm here," to the empty hallway while kicking off his tennis shoes.
Ryoma dropped his bags near his shoes and surveyed the messy area for any bear traps that might be lying around (he was still traumatized from the first time he came over to Hiruma's place), then cautiously stepped into the living area and spotted Hiruma sprawled on the couch.
The blond looked at his boyfriend, not moving from his spot. "Welcome," he drawled lazily. He was still dressed in his school uniform, though his jacket was thrown messily over the back of the couch.
Ryoma walked over to Hiruma's prone body and smirked down at him. "I bought it."
"Of course you did," Hiruma smirked and sat up, drawing Ryoma closer by laying a hand against his hip and pulling him in. "Such a good child."
Ryoma made a face, but silently handed Hiruma the gum pack. "Here you go. I want a 'thank you' of course."
Hiruma, however, was staring at the paper wrapper with steely eyes. After examining the cover for a long, awkward moment, he looked up at Ryoma. He was not amused nor happy with this prank, obviously. "The fuck is this, Fuckin' Prince?"
"Gum."
They held each other's gazes, neither one backing down. Hiruma realized this was one of the drawbacks and benefits of having Ryoma as a lover (as fun as a strong-willed lover was in some aspects, they sucked during arguments). In the end, Hiruma decided it wasn't worth it. He didn't have to necessarily put the vile sticks into his mouth, and he should have expected this sort of cheeky behavior from Ryoma in the first place.
Seeing that the argument was over and Hiruma was probably going to trash the gum, Ryoma deflated, slightly disappointed. It wasn't any trouble buying Hiruma gum, but he still bought it with money out of his allowance; he had hoped Hiruma might treasure it a bit more.
But Hiruma was as stubborn as Ryoma was, so there was no way he was going to eat it...
... under normal circumstances anyway.
Ryoma pulled his jacket off and neatly draped it over a chair. While tugging at his tie, the dark-haired teen lifted his leg and climbed onto Hiruma's body, straddling his stomach comfortably. Hiruma didn't move but did look at Ryoma curiously. "What do you want?"
"Give me a piece."
Hiruma raised an eyebrow. "Of my mind?"
Ryoma frowned. "Of your gum," he clarified and opened his mouth for better measure.
Hiruma hesitated, pondering this a bit. This was a big trap, that much was obvious, but seeing Ryoma draped over him so prettily, it made Hiruma wonder if this trap would be worth the loving he'd obviously get out of it.
Against his own better judgement, Hiruma ripped open the seal of the gum pack and pulled out a stick. He unwrapped the silver paper around the gum then slowly put it into Ryoma's open mouth, brushing it against his lips and leaving a faint dust of sugar on them. Ryoma smirked, slowly chewing the gum stick into a wad. It was sweet, but Ryoma never minded sugar as much as Hiruma did.
While chewing, Ryoma leaned down and kissed Hiruma, pressing his sugar-dusted lips on top of Hiruma's mouth. It was a chaste kiss, but Ryoma's hands were beginning to move down to Hiruma's chest, teasingly fondling the hard muscle underneathe the shirt. Hiruma shifted uncomfortably as he felt the beginnings of desire stir inside him, but he didn't want to taste the gum in Ryoma's mouth or the sugar now stuck against his own lips.
"Not now..." he grunted hesitantly, bucking up underneath the smaller teen. "Throw away that vile gum then come back."
Ryoma sneered and stuck his hands under Hiruma's y-shirt. "Don't tell me what to do," he said smoothly, leaning down to kiss him again. His tongue lightly brushed against both their lips this time, as if languidly telling Hiruma to respond in turn, but the blond refused to budge; he was still contemplating the situation at hand. Sex was good, but sugar gum was bad.
However, the sugar gum was currently in Ryoma's mouth—who was very, very good—
Ryoma made a small noise, purposelly, that sent shivers up Hiruma's body. His rough hands were massaging Hiruma's chest, occasionally brushing against a sensitive, taunt nipple, and making the muscles in Hiruma's stomach tighten.
Hiruma, knowing it was bad idea, looked up at Ryoma and nearly came in his pants at the sight of his sultry smile, bedroom eyes, and the tiny glimpse of wet tongue running over pink lips. Fuck Ryoma for being the erotic bitch he was.
Suddenly the gum just didn't matter anymore, and in one swift motion, Hiruma had both Ryoma and himself tumbling to the ground. Ryoma fell against the carpeted floor with a grunt, broken out of the mood by the sudden shift in positions. Ryoma felt his arms being pinned above his head, so he began to struggle at once, growling at Hiruma who was bent over him with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "What the hell are you—"
Hiruma stopped Ryoma mid-sentence with a kiss, immediately sliding his tongue in while his free hand buried itself into Ryoma's hair, pulling it back to bring his face up, shifting their positions into a more comfortable one.
Ryoma shuddered at the pain on his scalp; it was a small sting, nothing unbearable, but this pain heightened his senses tenfold, making the steamy sensation of Hiruma's kiss so much more pleasurable. Pressing his own tongue against Hiruma's teasing one, the two shared a sensual lip-lock, and Hiruma lowered himself onto Ryoma's body, relaxing contently against the smaller male's figure.
They continued to just kiss, pressing against one another, and simply enjoying the wet, hot sensation of the other to the fullest. Hiruma pulled back after a bit, a steamy smirk spread across his flushed face...
... and chewing a wad of gum that wasn't in his mouth before.
Ryoma raised an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't want it," he teased breathlessly. Hiruma shrugged, still grinning smugly. "It tastes better now," he simply said, releasing Ryoma's hands and holding his face tenderly with both hands. "Much better."
Ryoma chuckled softly and began to unbutton the top of Hiruma's shirt. "Well, that's good," he whispered and reached up for another searing kiss.
Hiruma ran out of gum again, seeing as he goes through them faster than a chain-smoker does with cigarettes. He had practice after school, but there was no way he could practice well without gum in his mouth.
So before practice began, he and Kurita hurried to the nearby convenience store and began to suck it dry of their sugar-free gum. The lady at the counter stammered nervously (she was young, so she probably knew who Hiruma was...) and brought up the total quickly. While Hiruma was pulling out money from his wallet, his eyes trailed over to the rack near the cash register and saw a familiar pink and green cover of a sweet gum. He paused, staring at it thoughtfully before he plucked a single pack from the box and tossed it in with the other gum packs.
Kurita blinked, tilting his head to the side in confusion, "I thought you didn't like sweet gum...?"
"I don't."
"... but you just—"
Hiruma smirked toothily at his long-time friend and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "But I can eat it with the right sort of persuasion of course," he cackled.
Kurita frowned; he didn't get it.
-"Chewing Gums" end-
Sorry it's short.
